It’s not my fault I look the way I do although other’s act like it is. They ignore me at every turn just because I don’t roll as other’s in my neighborhood would. I’m stuck here and glared at for my differences with no escape. Maybe just maybe they’re not staring but admiring those differences deep within the minerals they carry? I guess looking different doesn’t have to be burden after all . One can just say my rock is 1/2 ugly or 1/2 beautiful instead.